#your perfect nyc guide

[bippiti]

catalyst clc16 x rockstar! reader

after the release of your new album, life has been hectic as you've been running around doing shows. only problem is you seem to have only one person on your mind. little do you know he's having the same issue

an part two! any feedback is appreciated and please like + rb!

if you want a visual guide for the band .

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tags @bloodyymaryyy @guiseppetsunoda @maxverstappendefender @charizznorizz

yourig

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yourig thanks for coming out london! nyc see you soon x

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user ughh i wish i couldve come :((

yourig next time lovee💜

user sounded so good

user anyone else gonna talk about the album afterparty???

user who cares bro😭 theyre adults and tbh they would be a power couple

user right?! ive been thinking the same thing, shes not a good influence on him

user im sorry do yk y/n??? how would u know that lmfao

king looking good!

liked by yourig

user where is the fit from???

user i think vivienne westwood!

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you sighed, scrolling through your comments. it had been almost a month after your albums release, and some people still were bringing up the hug with charles. i mean, seriously it was just a hug. it wasn't like you guys had made out or anything.

both your label and ferrari were sponsored by celsius, and your management had met with one of ferraris pr heads. they had agreed to work together to promote the new album, and had picked charles because he was a fan of your music.

you clicked instantly on the first day of set, but it also helped that you spoke fluent french (you had an obsession with indila when you were younger and forced yourself to learn it) the lack of a language barrier, coupled with the fact that you guys had similar interests made it inevitable that you both would become friends.

after the album launch party, you were exhausted. you had woken up at 4am for promo shoots, and had been running around all day before singing your whole album (which was around an hour long) to the attendees. it was fun, and you wouldnt trade your career for the whole world, but man you were tired.

as you were heading out, you spotted charles and you both stopped to talk

"tu as bien fait là-dedans" he said, smiling as he pushed his hands into his pockets (you did good in there)

"merci! les heures de pratique m’ont aidé. je pense que je pourrais oublier les paroles si j’essayais" you smile as he laughed (thanks! the hours of practice helped. i dont think i could forget the lyrics if i tried)

"en pratiquant son art on devient artisan" (practice makes perfect)

you nod, turning as you hear your bandmate siobahn call for you

you look back to him, saying your goodbyes and quickly hugging him before running after her.

that was it. just a friendly hug. it's not like he liked you, and if he knew you liked him, you doubt he would still be friends with you.

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc i won. maybe next time @/pierregasly 😘

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user just realized pierre had a chance to fork the king and the rook in

user not y/n liking this...

user so cute😍

pierregasly i almost had it

charles_leclerc of course you did

user my fav french men

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after having checkmate charles sat back, smiling smugly as he looked at pierre try and fail to make a move. giving up, he raised his hands in defeat.

"quand vais-je jamais te battre?" he said sighing as he chuckled (when will i ever beat you)

"peut-être dans une autre vie" (maybe in another life)

scoffing, pierre changed the subject.

"so i heard you're with some rockstar these days"

"i most definitley am not"

"sure, sure. you might not be dating her but i can tell you like her"

charles paused, having a mini crisis. ok. so maybe he did like you. he couldn't help it, honestly. throughout filming ,and even after he had grown to really admire you. not only just as an artist, but as a person as well. he honestly hoped you'd be able to meet up afterwards, but he hasnt been able to see you since. between his preseason training and your concerts, you both are rarely free, let alone in the same country.

he told all of this to pierre, who listened quietly, nodding along before telling him his masterplan. he was gonna help him out, what kindve friend would he be if he didnt?

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hearing the notification sound go off on your phone, you picked it up. your eyebrows raised as you read it

part 3??

[milfhunter6698]

Under pressure pt2

synopsis: Upon joining the NYC firm as a new associate, you quickly find yourself facing the pressure of working under the firm’s star senior partner, Victoria neuman. With a reputation for excellence and an eye for potential, she was searching for a junior partner who can meet her exacting standards. You, with your impressive credentials and unwavering ambition, seemed like a perfect fit…until the pressure of meeting those high expectations started taking their toll. 

Warnings: 18+ eventual smut, no use of (y/n), cursing, no describing reader’s appearance, explicit language, fluff, angst, teasing, hurt & comfort, power imbalance, slight AU, some similarities to cannon, mentions of the boys characters (Hughie), slight age gap, rival associates, young!reader, older!Victoria, slow-burn. 

notes: So.. what do we think? this is slightly proofread so sorry if there’s any errors, this is kind of a random time to post but like I said posting schedule is gonna be a bit messy, but I’ll make sure I’ll give ya’ll a heads up if I’m gonna take a week off or something like that. Now that you have two chapters only in one week so enjoy! (also so sorry guys If I didn’t respond to some of your comments I don’t know what fuck all had gotten Into my tumblr but thank you some much I love every each single one of you).

chapter 1

wc: 2.8k

It was a new day the sun rose, casting a warm glow over the city. You arrived at the office, your steps heavy with the weight of the previous night’s argument. The excitement and enthusiasm of your new role had faded, replaced by a sense of dread and fatigue. The tall office building loomed above you as you walked in.

You made your way through the bustling lobby, Suddenly, you collide with another person hurrying past. Your coffee cup tipped, spilling its contents all over your suit.

“Great,” You muttered under your breath, watching in dismay as the coffee soaked into your jacket. “The universe must really hate me right now.”

You quickly made your way to the woman’s bathroom, where you used paper towels to scrub the stain from your suit and washed your hands.

With a deep breath you stared at your reflection on the mirror fixing your hair, before heading back to your desk, hoping the day would get better.

As you settled into your cubicle, Victoria approached with a file folder in hand. A warm smile on her face, “Hey, I have a new assignment for you.”

You stood, ready to listen. “What’s the case?”

She placed the folder on the desk. “We’ve just been retained by Garnet Technologies, a major player in the tech industry. They’re being sued for breach of contract and intellectual property theft by a rival company. The stakes are high—they’re seeking damages in the millions, and the allegations could seriously damage Garnet’s reputation.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you opened the folder, scanning the details. “This looks like a complex case.”

“Exactly,” She said. “I need you to handle the initial research and help draft the response strategy. You’ll be working with a guy from our litigation team, who will guide you. This is a chance to prove yourself.”

You nodded, “Understood. I’ll get started right away.”

As the day progressed, you threw yourself into the case. Spending hours poring over documents, emails, and internal memos related to the dispute. The complexities of corporate espionage and the high stakes of the lawsuit were challenging but also invigorating.

During a brief break, you ran into Hughie in the break room. He glanced at you, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Still working on the Garnet case?”

“Yeah, just getting started,” You replied, trying to keep your tone neutral.

He leaned against the counter. “Good luck. It’s a tough one. Don’t get too comfortable. You’ll need more than just brains to crack this.”

Before you could even say anything, he grabbed his coffee and left, leaving you with a sense of unease. You can’t help but think this guy is a total weirdo..

Later in the afternoon, you met with the senior litigator who would be overseeing your work on the case. He was a seasoned professional with a no-nonsense attitude. You discussed the case’s intricacies, and you took notes diligently, absorbing every detail.

As the day wound down, you stayed late again, determined to make significant progress. The office quieter, with only a few people scattered around. You continued working late into the evening, analyzing data and preparing a draft for the case strategy.

After tedious paperwork you finally escaped the office, the darkness of night swallowing the city. Your footsteps carried you to the subway, and as you stood there, leaning against a pillar wall, the soft green hue from the tunnel lulled you into a daze. 

Your gaze drifted to the ground, only to see a rat holding a soda can with its hands, taking a drink. You shook your head, unsure if it was real or if you were just hallucinating from the exhaustion.

In need of a distraction, you pulled out your phone, your thumb lingering on the name you hesitated before dialing. You brought the phone to your ear as the voicemail played, and you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper, "Hey, I'm really sorry about everything. Can we please talk? I missed you."

A frustrated huff escaped your lips as you slipped the phone back into your pocket, before stepping onto the train ready to head back home.

A loud thud interrupted your concentration. You looked up to see Victoria standing by your desk, a thick file dropped onto the surface with a decisive motion.

“How’s the progress on the Garnet case?” She asked, her tone brisk but not unkind.

You glanced at the file, feeling the pressure of her question. “I’m making headway. I’ve been analyzing the documents and working on the draft for the response strategy.”

She nodded, her gaze assessing. “Good. I expect a preliminary report by the end of the day. We have a meeting with Garnet’s CEO tomorrow, and I need to be prepared.”

Before you could respond, Victoria turned on her heel and walked away, leaving you with a stack of paperwork.

You stared at the file, feeling the weight of both the task at hand and the lingering personal issues from the other night. With a sigh, you rolled up your sleeves and began to work, trying to push aside your personal frustrations and actually focus on the demands of your job.

The Garnet case had been hanging over the firm’s head for weeks. For you, it was an overwhelming task, but with Victoria’s guidance, she had managed to stay afloat, delivering on the expectations she set.

The conference room was tense as they sat with Garnet’s legal team, the final negotiations reaching their climax. Victoria, ever composed, led the charge, while you sat beside her, following every word. When the final settlement was agreed upon, and the opposing counsel conceded, there was a collective sigh of relief from their side of the table.

As you two left the building and made your way back to the firm, Victoria turned to you, a rare smile on her lips.

“You did good today. We couldn’t have pulled that off without your work on the documentation.”

You felt a surge of pride. “Thanks, I’ve actually learned a lot from watching you.”

Victoria gave a small laugh. “Let’s hope you’ve been learning the right things.” she paused, then glanced at her watch. “What do you say we grab a drink? Celebrate a little.”

You hesitated, the exhaustion from the past few days catching up with you. But then again, it was Victoria, and this was a rare invitation. 

“Sure,” you nodded, feeling both excitement and nervousness bubble up.

Later that evening, you found yourself sitting across from Victoria at a fancy bar just around the corner from the office. It was dimly lit the atmosphere was warm and relaxed, a far cry from the intense formality of the firm.

“Here’s to kicking those bastards’ asses and walking away with another win,” she said, her voice playful but still sharp.

You clinked your glass against hers. “And to not getting fired,” you joked.

She smirked. “Not yet, at least.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

You both laughed, the tension of the day easing away with every sip. After a few drinks, You started to loosen up, the pressure of your first major case behind you. As the conversation flowed, you found yourself speaking more freely than you had intended.

“So, how are you settling in? Surviving the chaos?” Victoria asked, leaning in her seat, her eyes watching you with mild curiosity.

You shrugged, swirling the ice in your glass. “Yeah, I think I’m getting the hang of it. Still trying to balance everything, though. The job… and other things.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Other things?”

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to share more. “Yeah, well like my girlfriend and I… it’s been tough with all the hours I’m putting in here.”

Victoria’s expression shifted slightly, and you saw it a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. “Girlfriend, huh? You didn’t mention her before.”

You gave a small, awkward laugh. “Yeah, well, things have been… complicated. She’s not exactly thrilled with the late nights and the job taking over my life.”

She leaned in a little, her tone softening. “That’s a tough balance. This job—it doesn’t make things easy on relationships. Not everyone can handle it.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of her words settle in. “Yeah… it’s been hard to find the right balance.”

Your eyes met across the table. For a brief moment, neither of you said a word. There was an unspoken tension, a subtle spark that neither acknowledged, but both felt.

You cleared your throat, suddenly aware of how close you were sitting. “I guess I need to figure out what’s more important… this job or—”

“Or her?” Victoria finished the sentence for you, her tone gentle but probing.

You chuckled nervously. “Yeah. Something like that.”

There was a pause, the kind of silence that invites temptation. Victoria’s gaze lingered on you a second longer than it should have. She leaned back, breaking the moment, but the air between you felt charged, as though something unsaid had passed between you.

“I should probably call it a night,” You said, sensing the shift but not wanting to take it any further. You wasn’t about to jeopardize everything you had worked for—not on your first few months at the firm.

Victoria gave a small, knowing smile. “You’re smart, You know where your priorities lie.” She finished her drink and stood up, gathering her things. “See you tomorrow. And don’t worry about the rest of the case—I’ve got it under control.”

Weeks blended together and you returned to work, the hum of the office and the endless paperwork becoming your new normal. You and your girlfriend had worked things out—sort of. But you both agreed to take it slow, trying to deal with the tension between your job and your relationship. Still, the strain lingered in the back of your mind.

One morning, as you were reviewing a case, your thoughts were interrupted by Victoria’s voice from across the room.

“Do you have a minute?”

Startled, you looked up to see her standing by her office door, gesturing for you to join her. You quickly gathered your things and followed her in. She closed the door behind you, motioning for you to take a seat.

“I’ve been thinking,” she began, her tone business-like but with a hint of something more personal. “We have a major charity event coming up. The firm’s sponsors are throwing a gala next week, and I think you should attend.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A gala? You mean one of those black-tie events?”

She nodded. “Exactly. It’s a big deal for this firm. We’ve got some key clients attending, and I think it would be a good opportunity for you to network. I could introduce you to some people.”

You hesitated. You weren’t really the one for flashy events, but the opportunity to meet high-profile clients could be valuable. “Are you sure I’m the right person for that? I mean, I’m still new.”

Victoria smiled, her tone softening. “You’ve already proven yourself. And besides, you’ve handled bigger things this past month—this will be easy in comparison.”

She leaned forward, her eyes catching yours. “You’ll be fine. Just think of it as another case to handle. And… you won’t be going alone. I’ll be there.”

In a flurry of movement, you stood in front of your closet, rummaging through your clothes. They flew in the air as you tossed them around, desperate to find something suitable. Your eyes met your reflection in the mirror as you slipped on a dress. You twirled, checking the fit, only to immediately change it.

Minutes ticked by as you searched for the perfect outfit. Eventually, you settled for a more casual look a black sleeveless halter waistcoat, V-neck, and front buttons. You added the final touches, an earring to complete the look, when your phone chimed on your bed.

A message from your girlfriend popped up

‘Hey, wanna come over tonight?’ 

Guilt washed over you, and you chewed on your lip. As much as you wanted to you knew you couldn't. ‘Sorry, can't. Got an event to attend. But I promise, I'll make it up to you. Wish me luck, xx.’

 

You stepped out of a sleek black car, the cool evening air brushing against your exposed skin as you gazed up at the grand hotel hosting the gala. This was the kind of event you’d only heard about—the kind where power and influence mingled effortlessly over champagne and whispered deals. 

Beside you, Victoria stepped out, her presence commanding attention clad in a gown that exuded elegance and authority, it shimmered like moonlight under the hotel's bright lights. 

The dress rode low, leaving her back exposed as it hugged her perfectly. She was absolutely breathtaking Your eyes were drawn to the elegant necklace, its chain draping over the nape of her neck, trailing down her spine. You swallowed hard, adjusting your suit.

You had a girlfriend, and you knew you shouldn't be caught in this web of temptation, but oh god Victoria made it so damn hard to look away. Pushing those thoughts aside, you brushed off any lingering feelings and followed her into the hotel.

“Ready?” she asked, casting you a glance as you both walked toward the entrance.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you muttered, regaining composure. You felt the slight pressure in your chest, but you hid it behind a smile. This wasn’t just another networking event—this was about showing you belonged.

Inside, the ballroom was glittering with chandeliers, the sound of soft jazz filling the air. Victoria wasted no time, immediately drawing you into the circle of high-profile clients and business moguls, introducing you as if you’d been at the firm for years.

She introduced you to a silver-haired man in a tailored suit. “One of our rising stars. She’s been handling some important cases, including our recent win with Garnet.”

The man raised an impressed eyebrow. “Garnet? That’s no small feat. Impressive.”

You gave a polite smile, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, all while trying to ignore the subtle charge in the air whenever Victoria brushed against you. A hand lightly on your shoulder as she guided you through the room. A fleeting look that lingered a second too long. Each interaction felt like a game you weren’t consciously playing, but one that neither of you could really stop.

As you moved from one circle of clients to another, You caught snippets of Victoria’s past—her long history with the firm, how she’d risen to prominence by closing massive deals, and her reputation for being a force to be reckoned with. She carried herself with poise, yet there was something about the way she interacted with you tonight—more relaxed, almost playful.

At one point, while you were speaking to another client, she leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. “You’re doing great,” she whispered, sending a spark through you as goosebumps danced across your skin.

You managed to nod, swallowing back the sudden rush of nerves. “Thanks.”

After an hour of mingling, you found yourselves near the bar. You sipped your drink, trying to steady yourself from the undercurrent of tension between you two. You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but you felt it—something is different tonight.

Victoria leaned against the bar, her eyes scanning the room. “You’re a natural at this, you know.”

“I’m just following your lead,” You replied, feeling the need to keep the conversation professional, though the weight of the evening pressed down on you.

She smiled, but there was something in her gaze that softened. “You’re too modest. You’ve been holding your own.”

Before you could respond, a man approached—someone new, someone you hadn’t yet met. His dark eyes flicked between Victoria and you, and the atmosphere shifted. He had the look of someone important, someone who carried a different kind of power.

“Victoria,” the man said smoothly, a knowing smile on his face. “It’s been a while.”

“Michael,” She replied, her voice cool but polite. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

The man glanced at you, sizing you up before turning back to Victoria. “And who’s this?”

She said your name, her tone firm. “She’s one of our top associates.”

You extended your hand, but Michael didn’t seem particularly interested. Okay asshole? you raised an eyebrow. He Instead, kept his focus on Victoria, his smile growing wider. 

“Well, good luck with that. But if you ever want to step away… you know where to find me.”

There was a subtle edge to his words, and for a moment, you could sense the tension between them. This man, Michael, wasn’t just a client or rival—he was someone from Victoria’s past, and his offer was more than professional.

Victoria’s smile didn’t waver, but her eyes hardened. “I’m right where I need to be, Michael.”

The conversation ended with a curt nod, and He disappeared into the crowd, leaving you and Victoria standing by the bar.

“What was that about?” you asked, curious about the strange tension.

She sighed, her gaze distant for a moment. “Old rivalries. Michael’s been trying to poach me for years, but he’s not my concern. We have more important things to focus on.” She turned to face you, her smile returning. “Like how you’re going to handle this deposition tomorrow.”

The shift back to business was sudden, but the undercurrent between you remained. You finished your drinks, the night carrying on, but as you left the event, You couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed. Not just in the way you saw Victoria, but in how she viewed you, It stirred something within you it was intriguing yet so.. 

[sematarygirls]

Black Hole Fantasy — Sonny Carisi.

pairing: sonny carisi x reader

summary: you finally decide to tell sonny how you feel... in the middle of the night... without any warning whatsoever

warnings: none, really. angst if you squint but mostly fluff. probably some inaccuracies regarding nyc and apartment buildings, but plot convenience is more important

word count: 1.3k

a/n: based on my favorite song from the crane wives' new album beyond, beyond, beyond— black hole fantasy. i heard the last verse of the song and immediately thought of sonny, so i opened up tumblr and forewent sleep to write this.

Let's try this again

You and Sonny had a slightly rocky relationship. It wasn't him at all! He was the most perfect boyfriend in the world, and he was so patient and understanding about your commitment issues. You knew you were the problem, and as much as Sonny tried to reassure you that he was fine with taking things slow, you knew a part of him was frustrated.

You loved him so much, and you wanted to commit to him wholly and completely, but you found it hard to settle down with people. You feared that intimacy, that eventual physical and emotional closeness that all relationships somehow ended up at.

But, once again, you found yourself deciding that you were ready to be serious and talk to Sonny about moving the relationship in a more serious direction. It wasn't the first time you'd convinced yourself it was time to push yourself, but it somehow felt different this time. You felt like you were really ready.

Sonny was on your mind all the time. You couldn't get him out of your head. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled that breathtaking smile, the way his brow furrowed when he was thinking or listening really intently to someone, his hands waving in all directions when he was speaking about something he was passionate about— all the little quirks that made him him— you were completed enamored by them.

I'm on my way to your house, guided by the stars

You gripped the steering wheel as you made your way down the New York streets. That nagging voice in the back of your head was trying to tell you that you weren't ready, that you would never be ready, but you pushed it aside.

You couldn't push people away forever. At some point, you'd have to open up and be honest about how you feel, and tonight was the night.

You followed the street signs, recalling where Sonny lived. You didn't even think of how odd it might be to just show up in the middle of the night without so much as a warning; you were far too caught up in trying to keep your nerves at bay.

Your fingers drummed against the steering wheel, a song playing softly from the radio. It was one you knew well, which helped calm you a little as you sang along. You glanced at the clock, hoping he was home and still awake. You'd feel awfully guilty if you woke him up at this hour just to confess your undying love for him.

I'm pulling in the driveway, I'm turning off the car

You pulled up outside his apartment and cut the engine, staring at the door. God, were you really doing this?

Yes. Yes, you were doing this.

I'm running to your porch, I'm sprinting up the stairs

You took a deep breath and pulled out your phone, finding Sonny's contact and pressing the call button as you got out of your car and headed to the front door. You stood there awkwardly, listening to the phone ring.

God, this was a stupid idea. What were you thinking?

Just as you were about to turn and walk back to your car, he picked up.

"Hey," he hesitated, sounding like he was going to say something, but he thought better of it. "What's up?"

He didn't sound like he'd just woken up. That was good.

"Uh, hey," you responded awkwardly, kicking a pebble at your foot. "I'm downstairs. Can you buzz me in?"

He paused, and you heard shuffling on the other end. "Uh, yeah," he said. You could practically hear the furrow in his brow. "Give me a minute."

"Okay, thanks," you said, quickly hanging up. You didn't want to word vomit everything you had to say over the phone.

You heard the buzzing noise of the door unlocking and pulled it open, hurrying inside. You rushed to the elevator, practically running. You felt a little stupid, but you really needed to get this off your chest before you tried talking yourself out of it last minute.

"Stupid elevator," you grumbled, watching the floors slowly tick by, antagonizing you. You could've sworn it got slower and slower as it reached the ground floor.

Once inside, you pressed the button to his floor frantically. You figured you must have looked insane, but you didn't care. You groaned in frustration as the elevator ascended just as slowly as it had descended.

Finally, you reached his floor, rushing to his door. You take a breath. "No going back, now," you think, knocking on the door.

the door swings open, and you're standing there

Your heart is pounding as he opens the door, greeting you with that big warm smile that always made your heart melt. You couldn't help but smile back, your nerves calming just at the sight of him. You'd never felt this way with anyone— this safe and so unconditionally loved.

you're beaming down at me, you're reaching out for me / you pull me in your arms, and i feel your heart pounding

"Hey," he said again, pulling you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, eyes fluttering shut as he engulfed you in his warm, comforting embrace.

"Hi," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You can feel his damp hair on your neck and the strong scent of his shampoo, and you can't help but take a deep breath, inhaling his scent. He smelled like home.

i take a step back to catch my breath

"What are you doing here?" He asked as you pulled away from him. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see you— cause' I totally am!" He looks at you, his brows furrowing softly. You could practically see the wheels churning in his head. He was worried that something was wrong.

"I'm in love with you," you blurted out. Your cheeks heated up as you realized your mistake. You had a whole speech planned. You wanted to sit down inside and hold his hand and pour your heart out.

Instead, you confessed your love in the hallway, looking like a deer in headlights like an idiot.

and we look at each other and double over / and laugh, and laugh, and laugh

You couldn't help but start to giggle, something you did when you got nervous. And your giggles only worsened, turning to full blown laughs when you saw the bewildered look on his face.

He couldn't help but smile, watching you break out into a fit of laughter, and soon, both of you were standing there laughing like lunatics. If anyone walked by, they'd probably think you two just escaped an asylum with how odd it would have looked.

Slowly, you two began to catch your breaths, the laughter dying out as you stared at each other, neither of you knowing who should say anything first.

"I'm in love with you too," he replied softly, his hand finding your waist and pulling you closer. "God, I'm in love with you."

You smiled up at him, and for the first time, you didn't feel scared. You weren't worrying about what would come next or if you were ready. You were just in the moment with him.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, like he was promising that what he said was true. You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into him.

"We should probably get out of the hallway before one of my neighbors wanders out to see what all the noise is about," he grinned, pulling away from the kiss, his face still hovering close to yours. "they already don't like me. I hardly think public displays of affection will win me any brownie points."

"Shut up, you dork," you laughed, leaning in to kiss him again and gently curling your fingers into his freshly washed hair. He groaned into your mouth, pulling you inside and kicking the door closed behind him. You smiled against his lips.

You were finally happy, and you didn't plan on letting it go any time soon.

[bluesylveon2]

omg, can I request number 13 with sebek please?????

I did it anon! I wrote this! The ending could be better but I think this turned out good. This prompt really fit Sebek too lol

Prompt: 13. We make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine

Note: Modern au and aged up characters

Word Count: 1691

Warnings: not beta read, possible OOC characters (Sebek is an asshole at first), and an attempt at writing subways (I based it off NYC)

500 Follower Event

Yuu was having a not-so-good, horrible, very bad day.

It had all started when she had slept past her alarm and woke up to Grim, the recent cat she adopted, making her sofa a scratching post. Then, after running out of her house with a white blouse, a skirt, heels, and a cup of coffee in her hand, she magically ran into someone, spilling coffee on her clothes. 

The person apologized, but Yuu wanted to scream. She only had 5 minutes left until her shift at the office started, and she did not want her boss or coworkers to get on her about it. 

(There was a redhead in the IT department who was strict and infamous for lecturing a coworker who was late by two seconds). 

It was a stroke of luck that Yuu made it on time. Everyone was too busy to notice her arrival except for Vil, who gasped at Yuu's current state. Luckily for her, he had a blouse and a skirt that he lent her (but not before giving her a lecture about her appearance). 

The rest of her shift was boring after that. Yuu quietly sat in her cubicle while the chaos happened around her. It was a typical day, to say the least, until her boss, Dire Crowley, showed up with a mountain of paperwork and wanted it done by the end of the day because he was oh-so kind. It reminded her of the infamous trio in Accounting and Finance, who she was 100% certain were in the mafia. And so, Yuu left her job with a massive headache, a plastic bag with the company label of her soiled clothes, and a list of how to get revenge on her boss. The poor girl was working like Cinderella, and she only wanted to sleep while cuddling Grim.

Yuu made her way toward the train station and mindlessly went to her stop. Yuu could not hold back her yawn as the subway appeared. She tiredly followed behind the crowd into the train, letting her feet guide her inside. It was partially full, and luckily, only a few people entered with her. Her eyes landed on the spot near the door, perfect for her to sit and decompress. 

Yuu only took two steps towards the seat when suddenly, a man with slicked back light green hair, yellow-green eyes, and the strangest green and black outfit she had seen sat down in HER seat. Now slightly awake but more annoyed, Yuu marched toward him. 

"Excuse me, sir. That is my seat."

The man looked her up and down at her appearance, and his lips curled up in disgust like she offended him. "It is clear that I saw this seat and sat down first. Therefore, it is my seat."

Yuu huffed and wanted to say some not-so-nice words to him, but some children were around her. She chose to look down at his stupid-colored eyes with determination. "Look, mister. Don't you know the saying 'ladies first?'"

The man scoffed, "Of course I do. Do you think I was raised like a barbarian?" He said and eyed the plastic bag in her hands. "Unlike some people. Besides, I must be in top shape after spending all day protecting my Master."

Yuu stared at him like he was a crazy person. "You- jjsndgondvisjdf" She could not form words and chose to say sounds instead. One parent covered her child's ears. 

"Do you not know who I am?"

Yuu stopped her rambling and looked at him. "I don't know and I don't care. If you don't move, then I have no choice."

The man's eyebrows furrowed, "What are you? HEY!" He yelled, causing some people nearby to silence him. Meanwhile, the girl on his lap made herself comfortable. "What are you doing?"

"Sitting," She said like it was obvious. She turned her head to look into his eyes; a frown etched on her face. "Look, I had a tiring day today too, but I need to sit down after a long day at work."

The man blushed at the close proximity and looked away. His face was slightly red, and a pang of guilt filled his chest. "I'm sorry for being rude to you. I was unaware."

Yuu waved him off, "It's alright. You didn't know." She suddenly yawned and rested her head against his chest. She could feel how fast his heartbeat was going but was too exhausted to ask why. She felt like she was covered in a blanket. "You can just chill until it’s your stop. I'll get up when it is my stop."

The man looked at her curiously, "Where is your stop?"

Yuu yawned again. Her eyes felt heavy. "Ramshackle Street," she replied, her eyes getting starting to close. "You are so warm and comfortable," she said absentmindedly, wrapping her arms around his torso. 

"Hey! What are you?" Sebek stopped talking and stared at Yuu's sleeping face. He moved his arm to shake her awake but stopped. He could see how exhausted she was by looking at the eye bags under her eyes and how she managed to sleep so quickly. It reminded him of Silver, but slower by two seconds.

Speaking of, Sebek's suddenly rang, and his friend's name was on the caller ID. 

"Hello?"

"Ah! Sebek! There you are! We were looking for you. Where are you right now?" His other Master and Silver's adoptive father, Lilia's voice, replied. "My phone died, so I must use Silver's khee hee."

"Father, that's because you misplaced your charger." Silver's voice called out. 

Lilia laughed. “Silly me!”

Sebek rolled his eyes, “Is the Young Master safe?” 

Lilia huffed. “Malleus is next to me, eating some ice cream. You know how he is, but we have a more important matter to discuss. Where are you now? The city must be so big for you to accidentally wander off."

Sebek sighed. He should have been more diligent and kept sight of Malleus (the tallest person he knew) or Lilia, but he didn’t. And now he was stuck on a train with a random girl sleeping on his lap. 

It was like the girl knew he was thinking about her because she mumbled something about 'that damn Crowley' and was loud enough to be heard by Lilia.

"What was that?"

Sebek scrambled to say something, "I apologize, Master Lilia! I am taking a train that will stop in the Diasomnia area, but I might be delayed. You see, there is this girl-"

"A GIRL?!?" Lilia exclaimed, "Why didn't you say that earlier? Is she your girlfriend? Did you meet online and finally get to meet in person? Am I finally getting grandchildren???"

Sebek could tell that Silver was rolling his eyes at the last part. "No, Master Lilia. She was exhausted from her work and ran into me on the subway. She is taking a nap right now."

"Oh, crumbs," Lilia sighed dramatically. "I thought I would finally experience what it is like being a grandpa. You know I am not getting any younger."

"We know." Silver and Sebek said at the same time. 

"Well, make sure that the girl gets home safely, Sebek. Do you know where her stop is?"

"Ramshackle Street."

"Perfect!" Lilia exclaimed. "It is actually nearby Diasomnia, so we can meet you there. Malleus has always wanted to explore it anyways. It is known for its historic mansions, you know. Make sure to send your location or call Silver so we can find you."

Sebek nodded and adjusted Yuu by securely wrapping an arm around her so she did not fall off his lap. "Understood. It should be one of the upcoming stops, so I should be there soon."

"Good. See you soon, Sebek!" Lilia said and hung up. Sebek pocketed his phone and looked down at the sleeping Yuu. She looked peaceful, and she was breathing quietly. However, she did look cold, and her thin long sleeve did not look like it was enough. Sebek took off his coat, leaving him in his white shirt and tie (it surprised him just how he did it, given the complex design), and wrapped it around Yuu's body. He wrapped his arms protectively around her again and sighed. 

"Next stop is Ramshackle Station. Stand clear of the closed doors, please," the intercom's voice called out. 

Sebek gently shook Yuu's shoulder. "Hey, you need to wake up. Your stop is coming up."

Yuu slowly opened her eyes and looked around her surroundings. "Huh?" Her eyes landed on Sebek's face. "Oh, right. I took a nap on you. Let me get out of your way." She moved to stand up but was stopped by Sebek holding onto her hand. 

"You have a few minutes until the train stops. You can stay until then..." His voice trailed off. 

Yuu chuckled, her laugh sounding like music to Sebek. "Where are my manners? I'm Yuu." she smiled, causing Sebek's heart to skip a beat. 

"I'm Sebek Zigvolt." Yuu's smile grew even wider as she clung to Sebek's coat. Realizing the unfamiliar fabric, she looked down in shock.

"Is this yours? Here, let me return it-" She began to take it off only to stop when Sebek shook his head. 

"Keep it. Besides, you can wear it even longer if you allow me to walk you home."

Sebek expected her to say yes, not jump on him, and wrap her arms around his neck. "Yes! Thank you, Sebek!" She grinned. Maybe her day was finally getting better after all.

Bonus: Sometime during the walk back to Yuu's house. 

"You know, this fabric seems pretty fancy. Are you a bodyguard or something?" Yuu asked while rubbing Sebek’s coat between her fingers. 

Sebek nodded and smiled proudly. "Yes, I am. In fact, you might meet my masters when I drop you off."

Yuu's eyes widen. "Really? They must be important people for you to call them that."

"Of course! It is none other than the great Malleus Draconia! He is so great and powerful-"

Yuu sweatdropped as Sebek went on a rant about Malleus when all she wanted to do was to go home. 

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[ladylooch]

What if you and Nico met in NYC through friends in common since you have a very nice job there, and after spending a lot of time together and being flirty Nico asks you to be his gf but you say no, not because you don’t like him but because he is a pro athlete, and that doesn’t mean he’ll cheat but the fact that he’ll have to be away almost all of the time. You can do whatever you like for the end ☺️☺️

You’re Not The One - Nico Hischier

A/N: OHHHH!!!! I LOVE THIS! Also, Nico strikes me as the guy who catches feelings first in a situationship ( did I use that right?? Old.) Also, I kept flipping between I and You while writing this so sorry in advance if there are missed POV edits. 

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut/a little bit of heat, probably POV mistakes because editing is still not my strong point.

It’s a Wednesday night in the middle of winter. Snow is coming down in windy droves outside of your New York City apartment building. The white flakes completely erase your normally spectacular view of the rest of the city.

“It’s getting a little dicey out there.” You murmur to Nico glancing away from where you are sweating out vegetables. They are the very beginning of a spectacular chicken and dumpling soup you had growing up on nights like this. Nico is scratching at the back of his head, mindlessly while watching the Rangers and Carolina play on the TV. He looks out the window to his right.

“Yeah, I might have to stay tonight.” He’s nonchalant about it, but a smirk tilts one side of his mouth up at you.

“Like you weren’t already.” You chuckle, tossing in some more salt and pepper.

“Like you don’t want my warmth in your bed anyway.” He says as he stands, grabbing his empty beer bottle. He tosses it into the recycling, then heads to the fridge to grab himself another. On his way, he grabs the bottle of Josh Pinot Noir open on the counter. He tops your wine glass off, dropping a kiss on your cheek as he shoves the cork back into the bottle. “Can I help?”

“No. It’s your off night. Sit down and relax.”

“Well one of us worked today and one of us didn’t.” His hands go to your hips, sliding in behind your body so your butt brushes against his front.

“Nico.” You warn when he presses his hips a bit further in. 

“Shhh.” He murmurs, kissing the back of your neck. 

You and Nico have, on occasion, hooked up. The first time was a drunken mistake, the second a lonely one, and the third was last week, but you’re still not quite sure how you would describe it. Not with the way Nico had looked at you the whole time or how soft and slow and perfect it all felt. In general though, you would consider Nico to be a friend… with certain benefits, depending on the day and your mental state.

Nico is great, truly, but he’s not the one.

You have a very specific list of what you want in your partner. It includes safety- physical and emotional, someone who is attentive, spends time investing in the things you enjoy. Someone who won’t just meet your parents, but sit down and get to know them. Someone who asks about your past relationship to understand how you got to be you. A partner you can count on to be there when you need them, no matter the obstacles in the way.

Nico Hischier checks every single box on your list. He’s practically perfect, except one flaw. He’s a professional athlete. The list of cons to that are a mile long. You’d rather not be a part of that world. The drama involved with being a WAG, let alone the captains WAG, feels as though you would be on two strikes before anything even started with Nico.

Plus, you’ve been to his games before. You’ve seen the endless temptations that line the glass and the parking lot exits to get a picture or a chance to speak to him. You’ve seen the social media handles with different versions of Mrs. Nico Hischier.  You’ve seen the looks shot in your direction when you’re out and Nico puts a hand on your back to guide you through a crowd. You don’t want to compete with all that. And you don’t want to lay awake, wondering if tonight is the night his guard slipped and he picked someone else for a minute.

You scan Nico’s face. No, you couldn’t bare the thought of losing him in such a way. So, you take what you can get and keep your strings as unattached as possible.

“Neeks, I’m serious. You’re going to make me burn dinner.” His lips continue to assault your neck, pausing and nipping at a few places he knows will turn your legs to gelatin.

“I’m starving for something else.” His hands swim up your rib cage then grope each of your breasts.

“Okay, but fast.” You cave, turning the burner off and allowing him to pick you up. 

“This tastes better than last time.” Nico says to you two hours later. You are both naked in bed, slurping soup in content silence.

“I used a different dumpling recipe this time. It’s not as dense.”

“Mmm, it’s not that.” His voice is pointed. You hide your red cheeks behind your soup bowl and watch his spoon disappear into his mouth. The same mouth that just spent 30 minutes worshiping between your legs. “So sweet.” He murmurs so he can watch the pink explode across the rest of your face.

“Salty too.” You quip back, flicking your tongue out. Nico laughs, brown eyes squinting into mischievous glistening slits.

“Are you around tomorrow night? We play Ottawa at 7.” You know he is asking if you need tickets.

“I am working the suite tomorrow.” You adjust the blanket further up your chest, feeling a slight chill creep in from the cold night.

Your job as a Client Relations Manager is how you and Nico know each other in the first place. Your employer, Prudential, is a long-time sponsor of the Devils. You frequently host clients throughout the season and interacted with players for meet and greets and tours. During one of those nights, you and Nico began to talk, realizing you had many friends in common around the greater NYC area. It didn’t take long to set up drinks and establish regular happy hours as a big group. Nico bops in and out depending on his schedule, but it’s been two years of consistent, valuable friendship between you two.

“Nice. I think it’s my turn for the meet and greet.”

“Yeah, I saw you on the schedule earlier today.”

“Cool. We can grab some food after.” Nico’s fingers trail along your arm, your soup bowls forgotten on the nightstands during your conversation.

“We’ll see. I get so tired after suite nights.”

“I know. We can just grab something to-go and head to my place since it’s closer.”

“I have to go to work the next day.” 

“Okay, just give me your packed bag before I go to skate tomorrow and you can go to work from my place. It’s closer for you anyway.”

You widen your eyes and look away from him. This is sounding very relationship-y. 

“I don’t mind.” He fills in, reading your look.

“I know you don’t and that might be part of the problem.”

Nico looks at the ceiling, pursing his lips together to avoid a laugh. Then he rolls onto his side, bringing his hand to your back to pull you into him. His breath fans across your face with how close he is to you. 

“We are so good together.” He begins to kiss along your neck, dipping into the part of your throat that meets your chest. “Let’s do this… for real.”

“This feels pretty real to me.” You murmur, tugging at his locks.

“You know what I mean. Be my girlfriend.” He pulls away to look into your face. He licks his lips, studying your surprised expression.

Internally, you’re panicking. He’s ruining this. You were supposed to just have fun. You never expected Nico to turn this into something serious. He’s a professional athlete- they usually don’t want that at your age. But as you think, you remember the changes you’ve seen in Nico the last few weeks. Longer goodbye kisses, more time in bed talking rather than fooling around. Then there was the constant insistence that you’re at every Devil’s home game in his seats, not Prudential’s.

He’s leaning in close, lips almost on yours like he already knows your answer. You wince, placing a pausing hand on his chest.

“No.”

Nico’s eyes fly open and he pulls back, staring at you like a wounded puppy, which makes you feel like shit.

“No?” He tests the word in his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue before the word is complete.

“I like the way things are right now.”

“I do too, so why wouldn’t we make this official?” He swallows hard, removing his hand from around your back. He’s no longer touching you at all.

“Why rock the boat? This is good for me.”

“Why not?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.  You can tell he didn’t see this conversation going this direction and he’s beginning to spiral. You can feel him creating distance with each passing second.

“You know how I feel about the spotlight on me.”

“Yeah, so? I’ll protect you. We’ll keep it off social media and you don’t have to wear anything with my name on it like the other girls.”

“You know that no matter how careful we are, they will find me.” 

“Well, at some point, we will want people to know about us. But it doesn’t have to be right now.” 

“It all seems like a lot of work for something that isn’t forever.” You mumble, staring at his bare chest rather than his brown eyes filing with hurt. He says nothing, but you can feel his stare boring into your face. You pull in a deep breath, then gather the courage to face him head on. “You’re going to be a professional athlete for a long time, which is great. I’m so happy and proud of you for living your dream. But I don’t want that for my life. You’re great, Nico.” He begins to pull completely away, rolling off the bed and starting to put his clothes back on. “And if you did anything else for a job, I would-“

“Please stop talking.” Nico insists as he pulls his shirt back over his shoulders. “I get it. It’s a lot.”

He grabs his wallet, keys and hat from the dresser.

“Are you leaving?” You whimper.

“Yeah. What the fuck am I supposed to do after that? Stay? Your words were crystal clear about what this is to you, Y/N.” You’re taken aback by both his tone and the swearing. Nico rarely swears in front of you.

“Nico.”

“Thanks for dinner.” Is the last thing he says before he walks out of your room. You can barely breathe as you sit up, clutching your comforter to your bare chest. The sound of the door softly clicking shut barely registers before you collapse back into your pillows. 

Regret begins to nag at the back of your mind.

Did you do the right thing?

Or did you just lose everything? 

- - -

It’s your night to host clients in the suite at the Devils game. Normally, these are your favorite nights. Not this one. This one includes a locker room tour and a special meet and greet with Devil’s captain, Nico Hischier. And after your fight last night, he’s the last person you want to see. But also, not? Everything is confusing and you wish Nico had never come over last night to begin with. 

Everything would still be normal if he hadn’t. 

You stand at the top of the suite seating section, off to the side, away from clients and your coworkers. Your arms are crossed tightly over your mid-section as the Devils begin a power play towards the end of OT. Nico wins the face-off back to Dougie Hamilton, him and Jack Hughes play keep away before Dougie unleashes a shot, tipping in off Nico’s stick.

“Yes!” You scream, jumping up and down with the rest of the arena. You clap enthusiastically, hollering a ‘way to go, Neeks’ before sharing in congratulatory high-fives with others in the suite. Your smile hurts your cheeks from how big it is. You’re so proud of Nico’s two goals and first star reward, despite the distance between you now.

“How amazing is it that our clients get to interact with the captain after his game-winning goal? I sense more investments already.” Your boss high-fives you last, then proceeds to boast about how amazing it is to everyone else.

You don’t feel the same. Instead, you feel anxious and want to curl into a ball, avoiding your job and sneaking away into the cold night alone.

When you walk into the locker room a bit later, it has mostly cleared out. Nico is standing at his stall, dressed, with a stocking hat coverings his wet hair. Normally, he lights up when he sees you. Today, his face is neutral. You drop your gaze to the rubber mats, then stay towards the back of the group, letting your boss take control. 

Nico is as sweet and gracious as ever, taking time to speak to each person individually. He’s so good at this part, making people feel like he genuinely is enjoying his time with them. It’s because he does. He loves fans and enjoys hearing their stories. He signs numerous things, even extras for someone’s nephew and his friends, who thinks Nico walks on water, literally. 

“Please tell Alex and his friends I appreciate his support.” He smiles, handing back a couple signed pictures to the woman. 

“Oh, Nico, Thank you. He is going to be so excited.”

“You are welcome. I hope he has a great birthday next week too.” He smiles. You are at the end of the line, so Nico raised his eyes to you once she moves along. “Anyone else?” His tone has changed being directed at you. It’s monotonous and unfamiliar.

“No.” I purse my lips after I speak, hating the way his eyes immediately move away from me to the Devils PR director, Megan. He’s signaling it’s time to wrap it up.

“Okay all, let’s get a quick picture and then Nico needs to head out.” Megan says, ushering the group back together for a quick snap. I stay to the side. My boss thanks Nico again and he begins to move towards the exit.

“Hey.” I call softly to Nico as he tries to pass me. “Can we talk? I hate how we left things.”

“I don’t think there is much more to talk about. Have a good night, Y/N.”

“We are still friends, Nico.” You mutter in annoyance, keeping your voice low so the rest of the group doesn’t hear.

“No, we aren’t. Not anymore.”

Alarms ring in your head at his words. You never expected your friendship to be over along with whatever benefit situation you had before. This is overwhelming. And your brain begins to race to come up with a way to stop him.

The door swinging shut tells you it’s too late. You can’t follow him. Because you don’t have the right credentials and you can’t leave your clients unexpectedly. Plus, you can’t allow for anyone to know about… whatever this was or is and now isn’t. Your lips purse instead as you slowly step back to the group, staying quiet for the remainder of the tour. 

You figure Nico is long gone by the time you are done. You turn out of the locker room with the rest of the group and see Nico standing in the hallway talking to a gorgeous female. You recognize her as one of the Swiss models he follows religiously on Instagram. Well, I guess he’s already over whatever this was. And she would fit in great with the other WAGS. She has a sense of fashion, flawless skin and shiny hair. They look good together. Acid burns up your esophagus at the thought of his hands on her.

“Thanks again, Nico.” Your boss extends his hand for another hand shake. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at how obnoxious he is after three bourbons. Nico and you regularly make fun of him after these encounters, sharing a pint of ice cream on your couch. He would swear he’s just coming up for a night pint, then you would wake up tangled together on the couch at 3am. Nico would eventually carry you to bed and you would hold each other there instead.

You crave those moments with him tonight. Instead, Nico doesn’t even give you another glance as you walk by.

Megan directs your group to the exit, You reach into your purse for your keys, cursing when you can’t find them in their usual spot. You dig around, not seeing them anywhere. Then you remember setting them down on the counter when you first got to the arena tonight.

“Shoot. Megan, I left my keys upstairs.” 

“No problem, I’ll take you back there.”

You rush back upstairs, finding them right where you left them. Megan heads down the elevator with you, thanking you for another great night of supporting the Devils.

“No problem! We love this partnership.” I assure her.

“Yeah. Will we be seeing you next game?” She asks as the doors open.

“Ah, no it will be the other client rep, Adam.”

“Oh okay. Well maybe I’ll see ya in the family section.” You’ve been in Nico’s seats enough that some of the staff members know you’re friends. “You can head out that door right there and should be right outside your parking space.”

“Great, thank you.” You toss her a wave. 

You begin to head towards the door across the way. Nico crosses in front of your path, head tilted down towards his phone as he walks down to where his car is parked. You’ve done that walk with him before. He’s alone and you want to try to speak to him again to make this better.

“Nico!” You call, quickening your stride to catch up with him.

“Hm?” He stares back at you like you couldn’t possibly have anything to discuss with him. It’s unnerving. You don’t really know what to say next. You just gesture to the side with the hand that’s clutching your keys, thinking about his words in the locker room not long ago.

“So, we can’t… even be friends now because I won’t be anything more?” You shake your head, feeling your teeth beginning to chatter at the confrontation with him.

“No, Y/N. Maybe being just friends works for you, but it doesn’t for me. I can’t.”

That hurts, and it shows on your face, which makes Nico shift from foot to foot uncomfortably.

“Why?” You snap at him just like he did to you last night.

“I’m in love with you.” He whispers, shoulders shrugging. “How do you not know that?”

Everything slows in your body. Your blood, your heart rate, your breathing. The world begins to disappear until it’s just you and Nico in the underbelly of the arena. You obviously knew Nico had feelings for you, but you didn’t know it was love. And when he says those words to you, it awakens an awareness of what you feel for him. 

Maybe it’s not about all the checked boxes. Maybe its about how you feel with him. And how he treats you like a queen while expecting nothing in return. You know there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you. Maybe being a professional athlete’s girlfriend is hard, but you know he is worth it.

Maybe the list simply begins and ends with Nico Hischier.

“Nico..” You start then trail off. How do you respond? How will you tell him about everything that is coursing through your body at his confession. How will you make it look like you’ve known exactly what this is all along. That it isn’t just to appease him or keep a part of him around. But instead, you are so desperately in love with him, even though it scares the shit out of you. He is immediately put off by your pause and shakes his head in misery. He begins to turn. “Please don’t leave.” Your voice quivers, making him still with his back to you.

Your heels echo with each tentative step forward, you reach for his hand, lacing your fingers together so you can pull him to look at you again. Your other hand winds around his hips so you press tightly to the front of his body. When your eyes meet, Nico sees it there.

“Say it.” He whispers.

“I love you.” He devours your mouth the second after the words fall.

“Again.” He begs against your lips. 

“I love you, Neeks.” Your hands dash into his hair, tongue teasing against his lips. 

“What about this life?” His forehead rests against yours, eyes closed like he’s too afraid of your answer.

“We’ll figure it out… together.”

“I’ll keep you safe. I promise. You’ll always be taken care of. I can’t promise you everything is going to be easy, but we’ll figure it out.”

“I know. Don’t worry about it. I want you. All of you.”

He pulls away to take you in completely.

“Wanna come over? We can eat ice cream and pizza and celebrate my wins tonight.”

“Wins?”

“Yeah, the game and you.” You grin, liking the way he looks at you when he says those words.

“My car is here. I can drive over though.”

“No, we can move your car inside the arena for the night.”

“Um, really? That is allowed?”

“Yeah, baby. You’re dating the captain now. Welcome to your new world.” He chuckles, leaning down to cover your lips with his. “Give me your keys.” You do so, watching as he walks over to the parking attendant. The man nods in understanding, then jogs out the door. Minutes later, the large rolling door slides up and your car comes through, parking beside Nico’s Mercedes. 

“I’ll leave the keys with hockey ops. Have a great night.” The attendant salutes us both, then wanders away. You stare at your car, then look at Nico incredulously. He is as unfazed as ever except for the heart eyes beating on his face for you.

“Ready, beautiful?”

“Yeah.” You breathe out, sliding into the passenger seat of his car. The familiar leather hugs your body in luxury. Nico rolls slowly out of the arena, cameras clicking, fans desperate for a peek, calling his name and asking for signatures. “You can stop if you want to.” You say to him, knowing you’ll be seen with him and suddenly finding that not so terrifying with his hand in yours.

“Not tonight.” He brings your hand to his mouth, delicately kissing it. “Tonight is all about us.”

[look-at-the-soul]

The runway -Part 1

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy’s role in movie Anna)

Finally!!!! I’ve had this request for a while in my drafts and it’s turn for some Lenny Miller mini series.

@l1-l4 Andy I’m really sorry it took me so long to post this, but stories have their own time (at least to me), I loved your request since the very beginning so here it is finally, I think it would be perfect for a mini series, as there are several important points to reach, but I hope you like this! 💕

Special thanks @heidimoreton for the gifs help!! 🌷

Lenny poured himself a glass of wine and walked towards his bed. Loosening the knot of his tie, he flicked through the confidential file he got at the end of his day at the office. A new mission, after his last successful one where he rescued a diplomat that was caught in a zone of conflict, now he would have get inside of a world he didn’t know anything about; a model agency.

“Adam, yeah, sorry about calling this late.” He greeted the other man in the line.

Lenny heard him chuckling. “Shit boss, you know you’re not sorry.”

“You’re right, I’m not… I need you to get me all the information you can for a new mission.” Adam was young, but he worked hard at the office. “I’m after Anna and Y/N Y/LN.”

“The Runway sisters? They can be all you want, but they ain’t criminals, Lenny.”

Lenny frowned staring at the photographs they attached to the mission file.

“You know the rule number one right, Adam?”

“Don’t ask questions? Are there more rules?” Lenny could hear him typing fast. “All right, the sisters have a fashion show tomorrow night in NYC at seven, then they are going to have dinner at a new exclusive restaurant. I’m sending you their address, their gym schedule, the number of their dentist, the hair salon stylist, oh! And their assistant’s DNA.” Adam joked.

“Since you’re in such a good mood, get me a ticket to NYC, I’ll also need a seat on the fashion show and a table at that restaurant.”

Adam gasped. “The show is only by invitation by the designer and the restaurant had a one-year reservation RSVP, it’s full.”

“Oh, about the plane ticket? Since we’re hitting an elite world and the CIA’s got budget, make it a first-class seat. Good night Adam.”

Hanging up, he couldn’t take his eyes of Y/N photograph.

——

“Miller.”

“Sir, I’m sorry for calling so early, I’m on my way to NYC. Just wanted to ask for your approval to take active part in the mission.”

“Elaborate.”

“Sir, these models only care for parties, designer bags, being covers for the magazines, they can mess up and ruin our work. We’d lose the invaluable progress we have.” The investigation was almost done, they just needed to take the leader down, they had all the targets drafted.

“What do you suggest?”

“Allow me to be their manager, that way I can guide them through the mission.”

“Do whatever you have to do to bring those bastards down.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

As he boarded on the plane, Lenny took the files from his briefcase, he continued studying the girls background. They were French citizens, but divided their time between London, NYC and Los Angeles.

Anna was the trouble maker, the party girl, drugs, alcohol, rebel without a cause, it was written all over her face as well as in the cover of so many gossip portals, a deep contrast with her sister, Y/N she had a career in business, ran her own shoe brand, was an ONU volunteer, part of a program to feed woman in trouble, they were practically the devil and the angel. But even though apparently, she was the good one, he was afraid she would be the one giving him more trouble.

Sipping on his coffee, he then went on to check Anna’s profile, according to the record, for some reason, she wasn’t taking the runway with her sister like they had done in the past so many times. Apparently nobody knew her location and Y/N had been covering her work recently, doing three runways in one day, press conferences and attending numerous social events.

——

“Mr. Richardson, allow me to introduce myself.” Lenny extended his hand at the man. “I’m the new manager to the Y/LN sisters.”

Richardson looked at Lenny and let out a loud fake laugh. “No fucking way, those girls are pure gold, they’re making me earn a shit loads of money, you can get the girls that appear on the pedicure ads.”

Lenny took a look at his watch. “Perhaps I didn’t explain myself correctly.” When Richardson tried to open his drawer to get his weapon, Lenny smirked. “Don’t even bother, it’s not there anymore.”

And his smile grew as the phone started to ring.

“You can’t do that, I signed those girls.”

Lenny looked at him, he was starting to sweat.

“The VP of the agency gave me this.” Lenny informed Richardson and putting the sheet on his desk, he leaned back. “He mentioned he appreciated all your hard work and he would assign you to some model called Cara?”

“He can’t do that!” Richardson stood up, shouting. “I made this agency win millionaire contracts with those sisters!”

“Oh, he said you would bring that up that’s why I suggested you take the Hadid sisters instead.” Lenny’s eyebrows raised, his voice remained calm.

“In that case…”

A sick smile appeared in Richardson’s face. Lenny wanted to throw up.

Closing the button of his suit, Lenny walked to the door. “Don’t worry you can keep your office, I will choose another one.”

It was easier than he thought, this man was pulling the trigger by himself.

Now he needed to go to a fashion show.

Skipping the red carpet, Lenny walked around the building to get in, cameras flashing everywhere, waiters handling glasses of champagne, the mix of perfumes was making him feel sick. All the people looked the same; like they were starving themselves or they were suffering.

The loud music, people taking photographs, bodyguards whispering in the corner, reporters taking notes about the women taking the runway, he felt so out of place.

But soon, Lenny found his spot, it was at the end of the runway, right in the middle where the models would stop before walking back again.

The next thing he knew is the lights went down and the music changed to a dramatic tune. A silhouette was illuminated at the end of the runway, the curtain fell to the ground and revealed the woman behind it.

“That’s Y/N Y/LN.” Said someone on his right, talking to a camera and recording his message. “And she’s wearing Emilio Pucci’s emerald dream dress, the master piece of this collection, with-”

That was all Lenny heard, as Y/N started taking the runway he was completely mesmerized by her presence. His eyes were fixed on Y/N, her steps hitting the runway, her gaze never leaving a spot in front of her, barely blinking.

She moved with such elegance, not looking down to the floor, a serious expression on her features. The emerald dress hugged her figure beautifully, one of the arms was covered in beads that were shining every time it hit the lights, part of her skin was exposed as the piece was asymmetrical.

Lenny saw Y/N placing her hand on her hip and the way she snapped it to the side, made him lose the tie a little around his neck, then in a slow motion, she gave her back at him and she started to walk back right were she had started. Slowly, he let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

Seeing all the details of her and the dress so close made him feel like the air had been kicked out from his body. It all happened in the blink of an eye and soon other models were taking the runway.

He lost count of how many they were, all looked the same but didn’t have the same presence Y/N showed off while doing the walk.

As the lights got down, all the models made a human wall at the sides of the platform, the music stopped and silver papers were thrown down from the ceiling as Y/N appeared once more hand linked to a man with white hair and bear dressed in a navy suit.

The pair walked mid runway and Y/N let go of his hand to start clapping as the rest of the people, then they shared two kisses on the cheek and walked back to disappear.

Lenny sighed and decided to take a walk backstage where he was greeted by models half naked, changing clothes, dresses and shoes all over the floor, cameras filming interviews, assistants going mad… it was a totally different thing from what he just saw.

“I’m looking for Y/N Y/LN.” He asked someone who was walking past him.

“Take the corridor, first door of the dressing rooms.”

Following the instructions, Lenny knocked on the door and a soft come in, invited him to open it. He was surprised to find the top model tidying up around, folding her clothes, she was now wearing a short dress in red tone with colorful beads, her hair free.

“Hi, how can I help you?” She asked when Lenny was lost for words, the pictures didn’t really do any justice to her beautiful features, and there was a genuine smile, in deep contrast to the serious poker face she showed while walking.

“I’m Leonard Miller… Lenny, your new manager.” He offered his hand to her, noticing how she was taller than him.

Y/N looked at him surprised accepting his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Lenny. I’m-”

“Y/N, I know… where’s your sister?”

That seemed to make her uncomfortable and she looked away.

“She didn’t feel well.”

“Is this a common thing? Do you take her place in other runways?”

Y/N shuddered. “Sometimes.”

Lenny decided to not make her feel uncomfortable on their first encounter. “You did it amazingly out there.”

His words seemed to get her attention because the smile grew again in her face.

“Thank you… that means a lot.”

Lenny wanted to ask her if she didn’t hear that often, but a woman appeared rushing Y/N out of the dressing room, demanding some time for an interview and other things he didn’t understand.

Giving him one last look, Y/N walked out, but she turned her head around. “I’ve a full day of work tomorrow, would you like to have breakfast?” She proposed. “To discuss the next projects?”

“Sure.” He was about to say that he’d be going to the same restaurant as her, but decided to keep his mouth shut.

The line to enter the restaurant of course was full, paparazzi across the street flashing, fans behind a barrier shouting, a limo stopped right in front of the main entrance, someone reached out to open the door and the crowd went really loud, the paparazzi wild as Y/N raised her hand and waved at them, a huge smile at the sound of her name. A couple greeted her and posed for a photographer, then they cut the ribbon and inaugurated officially the restaurant, as the people started to walk in, Lenny saw Y/N walking in the opposite direction, to the crowd, shaking hands with the people waiting, taking pictures with them, signing things, hugging those crying inconsolably.

Everything seemed pretty normal to Lenny, given her line of work, this was her world.

Until a man pulled her abruptly and Y/N screamed for help. Lenny was on her in mere seconds, helping her out, releasing her from the man, he held him by the collar of his shirt as security from the restaurant rushed to get him, just in time right before Lenny pulled out his gun.

“Are you alright?” He asked looking for any sign of injury. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“No, no… I signed this engagement a long time ago, I need to be there.” Y/N tried to catch her breath, feeling off for having all the eyes on her, the cameras started to flash suddenly in her face.

“Let her pass!” Lenny requested shoving the people around, an arm protectively on her back.

Once inside, Y/N left the scary moment behind, she greeted everyone, posed for endless photos and made Lenny ask himself how she could always keep the smile on her face, she didn’t seem to be tired, never made a face or said no to anyone. And once she finished with her affairs, she walked to the kitchen to thank the chef and staff. It was two hours later that he caught her coming from the ladies room.

“Perhaps it’s time to head home, Y/N.” Lenny stated firmly, hands inside the pockets of his suit.

“But I’ve to work, this isn’t my free time.”

But his hand was placed firmly in the middle of her back as he walked to the back of the restaurant.

“You’re awake since 6 o’clock, did an interview this morning, the runway and this, you need to rest.”

They drove in silence to her apartment, Y/N felt intoxicated by his lotion, it was so masculine. He had such an intriguing personality, totally different to her previous manager. She was so grateful for not having to work with Richardson anymore, she never liked the way he was always around when the girls were changing their clothes for photo shoots.

Y/N looked at him intensely. “How do you know?���

“I’m your manager now, remember? I’m supposed to know your schedule.”

“That’s why you had a gun?” She asked casually stepping inside her apartment. Lenny was taken aback by her question.

Lenny leaned against the door frame. He knew she would be a trouble. “I’ll tell you if you tell me where I can find your sister.”

Y/N looked away from his piercing blue eyes. “Thank you for helping me tonight.”

He offered her his business card, pointing out his personal number in case she needed something. “My pleasure.”

And with that, Lenny walked away, trying to force himself to stop thinking of that pair of kilometric legs.

***

Part 2

Master list

Lenny blurbs

Ok Can we now talk about how gorgeous is that dress?!!? It’s an Emilio Pucci from the 2011 collection and I’ve been in love with it ever since 💚 just a random fact in case anyone is interested 😉

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Steve and Peggy (Steggy) Masterlist 3

part one, part two

Ain't Love a Kick (ao3) - roboticonography M, 33k

Summary: Steve wakes up after the crash to find his life has changed dramatically - the main change being, he's married to Peggy Carter.

A Lot of Issues (ao3) - linascribbles T, 66k

Summary: Peggy Carter is a Fashion Editor at Sakaar magazine. She’s used to juggling egos, drama queens and ridiculous assignments from her boss all the time. She's even used to dealing with gorgeous six foot blonds on the regular. But none of that really prepeared her for Steve Rogers, his fumbling charm, or the gorgeous way he blushes.

Steve Rogers is a graphic designer who only models to make ends meet. New York is the perfect city for that, but just as NYC's fashion word is prolific, it is also... bizarre. In his line of work Steve's gotten used to losing significant chunks of his dignity quite often (He has a photo album about it, lovingly curated by the one and only Bucky Barnes), but maybe, just this once, he could avoid making a mess of himself in front of that beautiful model on this shoot. No such luck.

Certain I'm Yours (ao3) - Spacecadet72 G, 1k

Summary: Steve wasn’t suspicious, at first.

The Howling Commandos are less than subtle in their attempts to matchmake Peggy and Steve using a gift exchange.

church bells ring, carry me home (ao3) - mybestgirl T, 18k

Summary: A how-to guide on getting Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter married: step one, bachelor party. Step two, wedding. Step three, honeymoon.

Coffee Talk (ao3) - indiefic G, 1k

Summary: Jack Thompson is sick of Peggy Carter thinking she can do whatever she wants.

Don't Miss a Moment (ao3) - agentofvalue T, 40k

Summary: The war has been over for years. After five years, Steve even came back from the dead. Peggy married him and that should be the happily ever after. But, they are still Captain America and Agent Carter. With them, nothing ever goes according to plan. Not even impending parenthood.

I Just Keep Falling For You (ao3) - BuckyWithTheGoodHair86 G, 10k

Summary: Steve is starting to make a habit out of unexpected falls and sticky situations. Fortunately, Peggy always arrives in time to get him out.

In Bourbon Veritas (ao3) - doctorhelena T, 3k

Summary: There were actually two beds. Peggy just didn’t seem interested in getting in the other one.

International Incident (ao3) - linascribbles E, 112k

Summary: Peggy Carter rose through the diplomatic ranks in the midst of the Incident and in her short career already stablished herself as a skilled and well-connected negotiator. Stationed in the Washington DC embassy, she's right on the front lines of the fallout of Project Insight. Governments get purged, new and unexpected doors open, and Peggy Carter is nothing if not resourceful.

As she gets plunged into a world of spies, mad scientists and superheroes, familiar faces start to pop up. Particularly one pesky Captain America, who seems to have no idea what international law entails and considers country borders mere suggestions.

in the heat of battle (ao3) - littlereyofsunlight M, 42k

Summary: “After this is over,”—and wasn’t that everyone’s favorite pastime, here in relative safety, playing After the War as though one could even pretend to make plans for a life, as though this blasted conflict hasn’t already completely changed everything in this world, forever—

Peggy Carter has always been a fighter.

Just In Case (ao3) - captaindoritoes G, 2k

Summary: Hope you enjoy this a bit of angst, a bit of comfort fanfic - four times Steve and Peggy share a kiss, just in case it’s their last one. Their love language is touch - in this essay I will -

Letting Agent Carter In (ao3) - cadkitten E, 4k

Summary: Steve is still learning to draw the human form and when he finds the perfect solution in his head, he's not sure he can actually ask for it in person. But he'll be damned if he won't give it a try.

Pin Curls (ao3) - SomewhereApart T, 3k

Summary: Peggy Carter has imagined how she’d feel at the return of Steve Rogers a hundred different times. Still, she's unprepared for the reality of him, standing on her porch on a Sunday afternoon.

She Wanted (ao3) - TriplePirouette E, 3k

Summary: Peggy wants to eat Skinny Steve alive.

The Shops on Shield Street (ao3) - fluffernutter8 G, 5k

Summary: Running a small business is already hard enough without someone trying to sabotage things.

Time and Again (ao3) - Beshter N/R, 163k

Summary: When an insane man who claims he can travel through time appears out of nowhere, Peggy Carter agrees to go with him to save the world, little expecting the strange new life she'd be stepping into on the other side.

We Still Talk (ao3) - roboticonography M, 9k

Summary: Newlyweds Steve and Peggy take a holiday to get away from it all - but the great outdoors might hold more challenges than they bargained for!

we were born to be national treasures (ao3) - meidui G, 1k

Summary: “I’m back,” he chokes out artlessly into her shoulder, into the soft dark waves of her hair and the spiced floral of her perfume. He stopped believing he would ever get to go home after the war a long time ago, or that there would ever be an after the war for him, but—

“Right on time,” Peggy whispers, her voice shaking, and Steve’s next breath breaks on a sob.

Where poppies grow (ao3) - beautifulwhensarcastic T, 1k

Summary: The night preceding the procedure Steve can't sleep, which leads him to a surprising, touching discovery.

you can count on me (ao3) - sokovianaccords (thesokovianaccords) N/R, 5k

Summary: A Christmas mission for Agent Rogers and Agent Carter brings some things to light

[postitforward]

Hey there, lovely folk 👋

Welcome back to Mindful Mondays!

Whether you’re decompressing from festive stress or meditating your way through the winter days, we’re here for you. And the good news is we are creeping every-closer towards the new year, which means a new start, and that bit closer to warm, sunny weather. We can’t wait. ☀️

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And we’ve got the perfect guide, too. Meet Liana! She is a rainforest vine that is rooted in the Earth and uses trees to climb to the light, and she wants to help you to do the same. Liana acts as a vine for divine energy to work through her to align others with a higher vibrational state. As an energy worker, she is a certified White Light Reiki Expert Practitioner and VortexHealing® Practitioner. Liana utilizes gentle breath work, vocal toning, cacao, and mindfulness meditation in her practice to silence the mind and induce a transcendent state. She knows her stuff, too: she regularly leads energy healing events in NYC and sees clients out of her home office in Brooklyn. This incredible work has been work has been featured in Essence Magazine, Sheen Magazine, Yahoo Lifestyle, and Black Girl in OM. In 2017, she was listed by Essence Magazine as one of the “Self-Care Sistahs That Helped Redefine Wellness.” And she’s here to help you find a little spot of wellness and a little spot of sunshine.

We’d love it if you could join us for just ten minutes of quiet breathing here on Tumblr Live, where we are bringing nature to you.

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[beast1eb0ys]

New Year’s Eve Party

Pairing: Adam ‘Ad-Rock’ Horovitz x Female Reader.

It was December 31st 1987 and MCA had invited you to his and Mike’s shared apartment in NYC for a New Year’s Eve celebration. You hesitated as you accepted the invite, aware that a certain someone would likely be in attendance.

MCA had extended the invite to your friend. You smirked at her, as you were slightly suspicious there was something between the two of them. You were both at your shared NYC apartment, rummaging through your closet for an appropriate outfit.

You collapsed to the floor, eyeing the piles and piles of clothes, still not having found the perfect outfit. The reason for this chaos, was a certain brown eyed Beastie Boy, whom you have had an embarrassing crush on for the past two years.

Your friend walked into your room, halting at the sight of you buried under the contents of your closet. “Jesus Christ. What the hell happened?” She laughed at the sight of your defeated face. She pulled you up off the floor as you eyed a pair of Levi 501s untouched in the closet.

You smiled as you pulled them on. “Damn girl!” She hyped you up as you twirled sarcastically. You chucked on low cut top as you headed downstairs, you pulled on your Adidas Campus and grabbed your jacket. You hopped into the cab waiting outside, leaving your jacket on the seat next to you.

As you arrived outside of MCA’s apartment, you pressed the buzzer and waited to be granted access into the building. You stepped into the elevator, anxiously twiddling your fingers and fixing your hair in the reflection.

“Fuck sake, I left my jacket in the cab!” You panicked, already feeling the cold air nipping at your bare arms. As you stepped off the elevator, knocking on MCA and Mike’s door, the anxiety in your chest heightens. You look up as someone answers the door, and your eyes meet his.

“Hey!” He grins at you, leaning on the door frame. You smile nervously, words catching in your throat. You were lost in his big brown eyes as they stared into yours. You felt your friend nudge you with her elbow, giving you the eye. “Oh. Sorry. Hi. Hey!” You stutter out, his smile growing as he chuckles at your delayed response.

You step inside, MCA approaching almost immediately and guiding your friend towards the rooftop, leaving you standing alone with Adam. You smile at him as you catch up, he offers you a drink that you accept. You can’t help but admire him as he speaks to you about their latest gigs, potential new album, travelling etc.

You’re lost in Adam’s eyes as Mike approaches you from behind, making you jump as he places a hand on your shoulder. “Long time, no see! Cmon, there’s some people I want you to meet.” He attempts to drag you away as you look at Adam with unsure eyes. “It’s okay. I’ll see you later.” He reassures, as Mike drags you away.

You’re stood outside on the rooftop, chatting with a few people as you begin to notice how cold you’re getting. You rub your arms in an attempt to heat yourself up. You teeth start to chatter as you look around for Mike or MCA to see if they have something in their closet you could borrow.

You excuse yourself from the group, scanning your eyes over the crowded rooftop. You’re about to head inside as you feel something wrap around your shoulders. You turn to find Adam, holding his denim jacket around you. “No, Adam. You’ll get cold!” You try to return the jacket as he stops you by placing two hands on your shoulders. “I’m good babe.” He smirks at you as you blush at his word choice.

You thank him quietly as you make your way to the edge of the rooftop, leaning against the railing to admire the city below. He stands next to you, shoulders brushing with yours as you breathe in deeply. You turn to find him already looking at you. “You look fly in my jacket.” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering near your face.

Your breath hitches as you feel him lean closer, you can almost feel his breath on your face. As he’s about to close the distance between you, Mike comes running towards you, “Adam, it’s almost 12:00! You gotta come watch the fireworks!” Adam looks at him, shaking his head slightly as he grabs your hand leading you towards the large group.

You find your friend with MCA, smiling at her as you see their intertwined hands. You knew it. She excitedly pulls you into a hug, as the countdown for 1988 begins. You lock eyes with Adam who’s standing a few inches away from you, his eyes searching yours.

10

9

8

You feel Adam step closer.

7

6

5

His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers.

4

3

2

You hold your breath, hoping for what you’ve been yearning for, for years.

1

The fireworks in the sky explode as Adam lifts your chin, pulling you into a passionate kiss. He cups your cheeks as you smile into the kiss, drinking all of him in.

As the cheers fade out, you pull away finding Adam’s lopsided grin staring back at you. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He breathes as you chuckle, pulling him in for another kiss. Your friend, along with Mike and MCA watch proudly at their two stupid best friends.

[muscledemon666]

THE HOUR OF SATAN IS WITHIN

What do I mean by that comment? Each of you who have known me, heard my voice, experienced my dark energies flowing into you and freeing you know that I often speak of being called. That I have stated over and over again and again that there are no accidents…that your coming to me is by a “greater design “….that literally you’ve been on this path ( HIS OATH ) leading to this moment for years and years. Hence…you being here, reading this is not by accident….in this hour, this moment HE has guided you here. In my words you will find acceptance, guilt & shame will be no more. Every time you say HAIL SATAN …you know how right it feels. Every time you accept your darkness and give into it you feel an intensity you have never known. Would you rather go to church or suck a cock? Would you rather pray to Jesus or FUCK? Would you rather confess your sins or enjoy them? We all know what your answers would be. Why fight what you are? Do you think your life is to be lived in torment, guilt and shame…?…or in pleasure and lust and self gratification? Come to Satan, accept HIM as HE accepts you. Dwell within the power and lust of your cock, seed and pleasure? Embrace the power of your muscles and narcissistic needs. Honor the words of Satan. “ CUM IS THE FUEL OF THE COAMOS “ …embrace your selfish hungers and needs. Know NO limits. Take what you want when you want. Know that Satan & Dar are always with you. Join me in our DARK SEXUAL RITUALS in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Chicago & NYC! Now is YOUR HOUR….NOW IS OUR TIME…NOW WE WILL RISE WITH SATAN. Something so beautiful. Lustful and so full of power could never be wrong. I urge all of you to listen to my words on SoundCloud under Satanic Prayers…they will be under DAR or DAR RISING. HEAR MY VOICE and be set free. Please spread this message to all you know on every site ( twitter, instagram..etc ). I’m here to guide and mentor you..here to remove your guilt and shame. For information on our rituals…reach me here: INSTAGRAM: @darkdemondar666, ADAM 4 ADAM: MuscleDEMON666, GRINDR: MuslDAR666, RECON: DARKDEMONDAR666, BarebakRT.com: DemonDAR666, WICKR : demondar ( be aware WICKR will be shutting down soon) TELEGRAM : @darkdemondar666. When you contact me always list your FIRST name, AGE and City. Let me help awaken you to HIS awesome POWER AND PERFECTION. Join me and change the world. Join me and feel the power IN YOUR COCK AND BALLS. Now is your time. THE HOUR OF SATAN IS IN YIU!

[bippiti]

catalyst clc16 x rockstar! reader

as you head to your next stop on your tour, you find your heartbeat quicken at the thought of someone. not your fans, journalists, no, him

an part 3! any feedback is appreciated and please like + rb!

tags @raevyng

previous part

if you want a visual guide for the band .

yourig charles_leclerc

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you landed in nyc, stepping off the plane and texting

you

still on for tn?

charles

ofc :)

smiling, you got off your phone. as you walked into the airport, almost immediately you and your band mates were surrounded by fans. you pulled a sharpie out of your pocket, after being in this job for a while you start preparing to sign things wherever you go.

by the time you got into the car your hand ached. everyone was tired but there were plans for tonight, albeit different ones for everybody. sio was going out to meet with one of her friends that she met on holiday a few years back. they lived in New York City and were a designer with their own brand. she swiped through their insta, pausing every so often to show different pieces and the new collection they were planning on launching. it was really cool, you could tell she was excited about it. ludo was planning on visiting this italian place called ‘proprio come casa’. she had seen it all over tiktok, and being italian, she was excited to see if all the hype about it was true. edisa was going to go shopping and explore times square. she had been to nyc a couple times but hadn’t had the time to appreciate it fully. tonight was going to change that though. hae-won was planning on buying a new guitar pick, she had this tradition of buying one for each city she travelled too, but it had to be as unique as possible. no two picks in her collection looked similar. soon enough they were asking what your plans were over the small you told them that you were going to meet up with a certain f1 driver

“OH MY GODD” sio yelled excited as she began to ask you questions at 50mph. “where’re you going? what are you wearing? what are you gonna- actually never mind that’s so exciting!!”

everyone else showed their interest, albeit not as loudly as sio did. haewon leaned in, focusing in especially when what you were wearing came up. ludovica leaned back into her seat, eyes staring into yours with a knowing glint. idisa didn’t even need to speak, her eyes said it all.

you began rattling off all the details to them, listening intently as you spoke. when you got to your hotel, they helped you pick out an outfit.

(pick whichever one u like or make one up)

after getting together the seemingly perfect outfit, you waited for him to text. hearing a notification you grabbed your phone, getting ready to walk out the door

charles

im here, in the la ferrari

you walked outside and stopped in your tracks. the car he was in was you in car form. it was wine red, had the ferrari horse on it. stunning. it was literally perfect.

you smiled, stepping into the car.

“so, what’re we gonna do?”

“you’ll see” he said as he stepped on the gas

[milfhunter6698]

Under pressure pt4

synopsis: Upon joining the NYC firm as a new associate, you quickly find yourself facing the pressure of working under the firm’s star senior partner, Victoria neuman. With a reputation for excellence and an eye for potential, she was searching for a junior partner who can meet her exacting standards. You, with your impressive credentials and unwavering ambition, seemed like a perfect fit…until the pressure of meeting those high expectations started taking their toll. 

Warnings: 18+ eventual smut, no use of (y/n), cursing, no describing reader’s appearance, explicit language, fluff, angst, teasing, hurt & comfort, power imbalance, slight AU, some similarities to cannon, mentions of the boys characters (Hughie), slight age gap, rival associates, young!reader, older!Victoria, slow-burn, infidelity.

notes: Ya’ll ya’ll ya’llllll, I’ve had a crazy past couple of days I got sick almost died lmao but whew.. ya girl is back. Also that won’t stop me from posting on schedule. So yeah as promised every Wednesday and Sunday I’ll be posting a new chapter, and that’s all i gotta say now enjoy.

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As Victoria shut the door with her leg, your fingers eagerly tugged at her blazer. Your desperate kisses trailed down the hallway, to the living room that was shrouded in darkness, save for the moonlight streaming through the backyard glass—doors. She playfully pulled you onto the couch, and you erupted into laughter as you straddled her lap.

Your hands curled around her neck, feeling the strong pulse beneath her skin. Her hands moved to gently squeeze your ass, and her grin against your mouth turned your knees weak. Your lips met once more, and she pulled away, breathless fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt, with a slow seductive smile on her face. She cupped your jaw, “Y…You’re so beautiful…” She panted, her eyes meeting yours as the heat flooded your cheeks and you leaned in response, capturing her lips in a tender, slower kiss—

Victoria jolted awake, her heart racing. It was you again, the same lingering thoughts that had been consuming her for weeks. Your laugh, your touch.. It all felt so real. She blinked at the ceiling of her bedroom, realizing it was just a dream. A long, slow breath escaped her lips as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before throwing the covers off and heading to the bathroom to start her day.

In the shower, she dipped her head under the water stream, and closed her eyes letting the warmth soothe her taut nerves. Her mind, though, stubbornly drifted back to the vivid dream she had of you. She took a deep, shaky breath, an attempt to shake away the lingering thoughts. But they clung, relentless and all-consuming.

Her heart pounded, echoing in her ears. Her hands moved reluctantly between her thighs, guided by a familiar need. A deep sigh slipped through her trembling lips, and with her forehead pressed against the cold tiles, her fingers found her sensitive clit. She shuddered as the delicious sensation coursed through her, lips parting in a silent plea for release.

Her fingers traced lazy circles, her clit thrumming in response. Her eyes flashed with memories of your face, the warmth of your lips, and the soothing sound of your voice. Her chest ached with desire, and her free hand found her breast, messaging it gently while her middle finger teased her slit, a small, helpless whine escaping her lips as she pushed it in deeper.

Her body surged forward, and she added another finger, her heart pounding against her chest as thick fog filled the air. Rolling her nipple between her fingers, she let out another soft moan, increasing the pace. Her mind, clouded by thoughts of you, pushed her closer to the edge.

Her eyes tight shut. Desperate and aching, she moved one hand, gripping at the tiles for support. She fervently wished that it was your fingers pleasuring her instead of her own. Her head fell back as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. A warm pooling sensation started low within, her orgasm building. In that moment, your name escaped her lips in the most needy, whiny groan.

Her knees buckled, her voice breaking in small cries, and the all-consuming throb of her clit took over. Her body stilled, the movement paused as she struggled to breathe. Her forehead pressed against the back of her hand, holding onto the wall for dear life. Her throat parched and she licked her lips, her mind blank only you were there.

She was so desperate to have you here. Oh, she wanted more. None of this was enough… she yearned to know the feeling of your skin against hers, how you’d look, react and respond to her touch, or sound against her ear.

Her thoughts continued racing to your love life, wondering if your girlfriend ever has had the privilege of giving you the pleasure you deserved. Did she worship your body, made you forget about whatever troubled you like she’d vow to?

A shudder escaped her, her chest throbbing with unfulfilled desire. Her heavy eyelids finally fluttered open, gazing at the blank stare of the wall In front of her, as the water continued to sweep down her back. She surrendered to the warmth, allowing it to temporarily soothe her aching heart.

Once at the office, Victoria’s usual composure was a little off. She catches herself zoning out more than once, she couldn’t help but steal glances at you as you interacted with others—your charm, your calm demeanor. It all continuously drew her in.

As she sat at her desk, her eyes were drawn to you again through the glass. You were engrossed by your work and completely unaware of the effect you had on her. She watched the way your fingers moved across the keyboard, the slight furrow in your brow as you concentrated. At one point, you catch her looking, and for a second your eyes lock.

But she quickly glances away, feigning a sudden interest in the paperwork on her desk, but not before noticing the slight smile on your mouth. She bites her lip, shaking her head, trying to focus. Get it together, Vic. she tells herself.

Victoria knew all too well the unspoken boundaries, being your employer and all. She also known you had a girlfriend, and she didn't want to interfere, but the thought of it still left her stomach in knots. Was it a hint of jealousy that confused her so? Why was she feeling this way?

The power dynamic between you was a clear line, and yet her attraction to you was clear as the sun in the sky. She'd been holding back for far too long, hiding her desires as she casts you glances or offered compliments, seemingly innocent gestures that held so much more.

Those little praises.. her admiration, it was obvious your sweet, compliant nature, and let's not forget you’re… well, not so bad to look at. In a role where You’d fetch things for her, little did you know you had her in your grasp. And it frustrates her that it’s taking you a while to catch on.

Lately though, her intentions became more transparent. Stealing a brush, a lingering touch, her desire for you to notice that she wanted you, and it was impossible to ignore.

As the day progressed, you were at the break room, she leaned against the counter, watching as you opened a box of donuts with that ever-present focused look on your face. You grabbed one, taking a bite while talking about the latest progress in the case. She nodded along, pretending to listen, but her mind was elsewhere—far away from work and closer to the way your lips moved as you spoke.

Her gaze drifted downward to your mouth, catching the faint dusting of powdered sugar on the corner. Without thinking, she stepped closer, her hand reaching up instinctively, her thumb brushing the powder away from your lips. The movement felt so natural, and for a split second, you froze, your eyes widened in surprise.

Time seemed to stop as you stood there, her hand still lingering by your mouth. Your breath hitched, and without realizing it, Victoria leaned in, her lips found yours in a soft, deliberate kiss. The world outside the break room disappeared, leaving only the warmth of your mouth against hers.

But then—

“Victoria?” your voice pierced through her daydream like a sharp needle, pulling her back to reality. She blinked, realizing her hand was still mid-air, holding a napkin. You looked at her, eyebrows raised in concern. “You okay there?”

Her face flushed red as she quickly shook off the moment. “Uh, yeah. Sorry—just… lost in thought.” She tossed the napkin in the trash, forcing herself to focus.

You smiled, clearly oblivious to what had just played out in her mind, and continued talking about the case as though nothing had happened. But her heart still raced, the phantom feeling of your lips lingering long after the daydream had ended.

Later in the day, Victoria had a meeting downtown with an old friend/rival from her early days at the firm. They had once been on the same career path, but while she climbed her way up to become senior partner, Michael’s career had taken a different trajectory. He’s now a partner at a smaller, less prestigious firm, and their relationship had been strained ever since.

The meeting was about a high-profile case that requires both firms to collaborate—one of those situations where they can’t avoid each other, even though she’d rather for the two of them to not interact.

She wasn’t thrilled about seeing him, but the case involved a major corporate client with deep pockets. His firm represents a key stakeholder, and their interests are aligned—for now. They’ve agreed to meet in person to discuss strategy and ensure they’re on the same page. However, Victoria knew Michael well enough to suspect that this meeting will be less about the case and more about him trying to undermine her authority.

She arrives at an upscale restaurant where she was greeted by the host and led to a secluded corner booth, where Michael is already seated, his glass half-full with an expensive bourbon.

She was already dreading this meeting. She could handle most things—difficult clients, high-stakes negotiations, even the media when necessary—but Michael was a particular breed of aggravation. He was the type who thought every victory was his alone, and every failure was someone else’s to own.

He stood as she approached him, offering her a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Victoria,” he greets her, extending his hand. “Still keeping everyone on their toes, I see.”

She shakes his hand but doesn’t return the smile. “I try.”

They both sit, and the waiter promptly returns to take their orders. Victoria orders a coffee, while Michael orders another bourbon, leaning back into the plush seat as if he owns the place. His casual demeanor only grates on her nerves.

She’d forgotten how smug he could be. Or maybe she hadn’t. It was hard to forget someone who made it his life’s mission to outshine everyone, even when there was no spotlight to be had.

The conversation starts professionally enough. They discuss the case, exchanging information and strategies. It’s a tense, businesslike conversation with the bare minimum of small talk, just the way Victoria likes it. But Michael, being Michael, can’t leave things at that.

After the preliminary work talk is done, he leans back and gives her that familiar smirk—the one that used to make her want to punch him back in law school.

“You know, it’s funny,” he says, swirling his bourbon. “I remember when you were still trying to figure things out. Fresh out of law school, unsure if you were cut out for the big leagues. Now look at you.”

She raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attempt at flattery. “I’ve always been cut out for it, Michael. I just had to prove it to people like you.”

His smile falters, just for a second, but he recovers quickly. “Touché. But don’t tell me you’ve never felt out of place, even for a second. A woman in your position…it’s not exactly common. And we both know how the boys’ club can be.”

There it was—the comment she’d been expecting. He always managed to make these backhanded, misogynistic remarks, like he couldn’t stand the idea that she’d succeeded where he hadn’t. She straightens in her chair, meeting his gaze head-on.

“I’ve dealt with the ‘boys’ club’ my entire career,” she says, her voice steady but cold. “And here I am, still standing. So if you think that’s going to rattle me, Michael, you’ll have to do better than that.”

“Oh, I’m not trying to rattle you,” he says, leaning forward. “I’m just…curious. How far do you think you can go before they start asking questions? Before people start wondering how you got here?”

There’s a long pause. Victoria knows exactly what he’s implying, and it makes her blood boil. The insinuation that she’s had to do something—compromise herself, perhaps, or use her looks or connections—to get where she is. She’s heard it before from other men like Michael. But today, she’s not in the mood to let it slide.

She smiles—an icy, sharp smile that holds no warmth. “Let me explain something to you,” she says, leaning in slightly. “I got here because I’m better than you. Better than anyone else who’s ever tried to tear me down. I don’t have to explain myself to anyone. Least of all you.”

Michael’s smirk fades. He didn’t expect her to hit back so hard, and for the first time in years, he looks uncomfortable. Victoria lets the silence hang in the air for a moment, relishing the fact that she’s finally put him in his place.

“Well,” he says, clearing his throat. “I guess that’s why you’re the one in charge now.”

Victoria doesn’t respond. She doesn’t need to. She’s already won this round. After finishing the conversation about the case, She stands, gathering her things. She doesn’t wait for pleasantries or to hear whatever lame apology or excuse Michael might offer. The moment the business part of the meeting is over, she’s done with him.

As she walked away, heels clicking against the polished floor, she felt an odd sense of satisfaction. Dealing with Michael always left a sour taste in her mouth, but today? Today, she’d walked away feeling stronger. There were always going to be people like him—people who couldn’t stand seeing her succeed. But as long as she stayed ahead, as long as she kept proving them wrong, she could handle it.

She left the restaurant and stepped out onto the busy New York streets, her mind drifted back to you. She can’t help but wonder why you’re the one and only person who makes her feel like she’s constantly second-guessing herself. With Michael, it was easy to put him in his place, to remind him of the power she holds. But with you…it was different.

How is it that the you—the only person who isn’t trying to tear her down is the one who makes her feel the most vulnerable? the one who makes her question the wall she’s built around herself.

After the meeting, Victoria returns to the firm to work late on a case with you. The library was quiet, only sound coming from papers being flipped and the soft tapping of keys as she worked through some case precedents. Across the long wooden table, you sat with your head buried in notes, visibly frustrated. Your pacing back and forth had become more frequent as the night wore on.

“You’re overthinking it,” she said, glancing up from her own work. She couldn’t help but smile as you ruffled your hair in frustration. It was strange—Victoria rarely made time for others in moments like this. She had her own pile of work waiting, but here she was, using any excuse just to spend more time with you. The other cases can wait.

You groaned, resting your hands onto the table as you stood across from her. “I’ve read every precedent I can find, but nothing fits. If I don’t figure this out, we’re screwed.”

She pushed her chair back and stood up, moving around the table toward you. “You’re looking at this from the wrong angle. Let me show you a method that might help.”

She leaned over behind your shoulder, intentionally pressing herself against your back and bringing her face close to yours as she adjusted the papers in front of you. Her breath hitched slightly once she caught the scent of your intoxicating perfume, she could feel the heat radiating off you as her arm brushed against yours.

“See this case?” She pointed to a page, her voice quieter now. “If you break down the elements like this…” Her hand trailed to yours, guiding your fingers to mark the page. The touch lingered, and neither of you pulled away.

You turned your head slightly, her heart skipped a beat when your eyes met. There was a charged silence between you—one that neither seemed willing or able to break. For a moment, she’d forgot entirely about the case, the firm, everything else.

Without thinking, her hand slid up to your shoulder, the warmth of your body drawing her in. Her breath caught, gaze lowering to your lips. “Victoria…” you murmured.

Victoria had fought battles in courtrooms, in boardrooms, but this…this was a battle she wasn’t sure she wanted to win anymore. She was growing a little antsy to be completely honest. Her eyes stayed glued on you, her mind wandering and racing in directions that she had forbidden herself to go. She wanted you, so bad. She couldn’t resist it any longer and without a single thought she leaned in cutting off whatever protest you might’ve had.

Your lips met in a sudden, fiery kiss—months of unspoken tension and stolen glances crashing into this one moment. She pulled you closer fingers tangled in your hair. It was reckless, it was impulsive, and it was everything you’d been holding back, but neither of you dared to pull away.

And it also was wrong in the most scandalous way, but there was something about it that was thrilling, something undeniably right. Victoria's hands roamed your sides, gripping your skin, bringing you closer to her.

She felt your body stiffen for a brief instant, heart faltered terrified. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she searched your eyes for any signs of discomfort once you pulled back, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

You gently placed your hands on her shoulders, creating a small space between your bodies. Her chest ached the loss of your warmth was immediate and profound, left her feeling both uneasy and bereft.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, thick with emotion and tinged with regret. "No... I can't," you murmured, your words hit her hard, like a bucket of ice-cold water shocking her back to reality. Her mind, previously clouded by desire, now raced with conflicting emotions. After a moment's pause, you added, with a hint of finality, "We can't. This... this isn't right."

Your eyes met her chocolate brown ones, filled with a mix of surprise and disappointment. A single nod from her, accepting your decision, followed. She wiped off her smudged lipstick, with the back of her hand. Her lips a soft pink as she looked away panting, hands resting on her hips.

"You're right," she spoke, her voice when she’d finally found it was softer now, with a hint of vulnerability creeping into it. "Uhh… we’ll talk about this later." She kept your gaze, your eyes a mix of emotions swirling within them - regret, longing, and something deeper that she couldn't quite place.

Her gaze drifted to the faint blush on your cheeks, barely noticeable in the dim lighting of the room, causing her heart to skip a beat. The sight of you, slightly disheveled and breathless, shifted something within her that she struggled to suppress.

She watched you turn away from her, with heavy steps, you silently gathered your things from the table, each movement deliberate and slow, as if giving yourself time to reconsider. The rustle of papers and the soft thud of books being collected seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet library. Her eyes were kept on you, as you walked through the aisles, the shelves of legal tomes looming on either side, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. The scent of old books and leather bindings, once comforting, now seemed to mock the chaos of her emotions.

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